บททั้งหมดของ I Fell to my Brother's best Friend : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Eunice "Eunice, come down and eat before the house gets crazy," Mom called from the hallway, her voice carrying that familiar mix of worry and impatience. "Paulo's friends are going to start pouring in any minute, and once they do, you'll disappear upstairs again. You know how you get." The moment she said "Paulo's friends," I bolted out of bed and cracked the door open. Mom was already heading back down the stairs. I peeked over the railing first, scanning the living room. Only our cousins were scattered around, laughing and helping themselves to food. Safe. I slipped out and padded downstairs. ⸻ It's Paulo's 21st birthday today—his last week living at home before he moves to the city for his new bank job. Mom turned it into a full-blown send-off party, which means the place is about to be packed: relatives, old classmates, random well-wishers, the works. Especially his college crew. And front and center among them is Denver Chui, Paulo's best friend since high school ba

Eunice The second we rolled up to Denver's house, the whole group bolted straight for the backyard like kids unleashed. The pool was fucking massive, Olympic, sized, glowing with soft blue underwater lights, plenty of room for everyone to fuck around without crashing into each other. Denver's family is loaded, old-money rich, but he never acts like it. Doesn't give a shit about status; he just pulls in whoever he vibes with. Only child, parents always jetting off for work, so that huge mansion is basically his alone most of the time. I think that's why he craves having people over, turns the empty silence into noise, laughter, life. I hung back on the patio for a minute, watching him. He was laughing his ass off as Paulo bombed into the water and soaked my cousins. Completely relaxed, owning the night. Then his eyes flicked toward the gate, landed on me still lingering there like an idiot, and he hit me with that slow, easy smile that always wrecks me. "Come on, Eunice. Wate

Eunice "You've been dodging me all night, Eunice," he said, his stare pinning me in place, unrelenting. "I wasn't about to let you vanish on me again." I curled into myself on the bench, knees drawn up tight, the drenched fabric of my clothes plastered to every curve. It did nothing to cool the inferno raging inside me. He was too close, dangerously close, and the bench felt like a cage I didn't want to escape. "I wasn't running," I whispered. The lie tasted weak even to me. His eyes dragged down, over my lips, my throat, then snapped back up, devouring my face like he was branding it into memory. "Don't lie to me." He shifted, stretching one arm along the back of the bench, caging me in without a single touch. His fingers hovered just shy of my bare shoulder, the heat radiating off him like a threat. My body betrayed me instantly, nipples tightening, thighs clenching. "You flinched every time my eyes landed on you," he murmured, leaning in until his breath scorched my s

Eunice He barely let my hand linger around his cock before he growled low in his throat and tugged my fingers away, his gaze pinning me in place—wild, untamed, full of dark promise. "Not yet, baby. First, I need to taste you." The words hadn't even settled when he moved down my body in one fluid motion, strong shoulders forcing my thighs apart. A fleeting rush of cool air brushed my slick heat—then his mouth was there, hot and insistent. A sharp cry ripped from me as his tongue swept up my center in a single, deliberate stroke. "Fuck—" I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. He didn't tease or ease in. He consumed me—lips closing over my clit with firm suction, tongue lashing quick and merciless. Lewd, wet sounds echoed as he drank me in, greedy and ravenous, chasing every drop. "Denver, don't—!" I pleaded, legs trembling, instinctively trying to close around him. He paused just long enough to flash a wicked grin against my soaked folds, his breath searing my skin. "Don't what

Eunice Ten years later… The clock struck five, and I was already powering off my computer, grabbing my bag, and ready to head out the door. Work was done for the day, and I wasn’t sticking around a minute longer. Just as I turned to leave, Glaiza appeared next to my desk with that cheeky grin of hers. “Girl, you’re always out the door at exactly five,” she teased, laughing lightly. I smiled back and shrugged. “If they pay me on time, I leave on time. Overtime? That’s a whole different conversation.” She laughed. “Fair enough. That’s why I’m copying you today.” She held up her bag. “I’m coming with!” We both burst into giggles, the kind that felt easy and real after a long day. “Heading home already?” a deep, warm voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Frederick, our finance manager, walking toward us with that soft smile he always had just for me. Glaiza leaned in and whispered, “Ohhh, here comes your number one fan for his daily rejection.” I elbowed h